Samantha Cassidy ran down the dark alleyway. She spoke into her personal communicator and pulled out her titanium Bo staff at the sight of the two thugs that stood at the end of the alley.

"Where is she?" Samantha asked, as static filled the line.

"I've got a reading on her, she should be less than twenty feet from you," Johanna's voice streamed out to her. Johanna as usual sounded remarkably calm, and yet Samantha was about ready to do some heavy damage.

"Didn't I tell her that we couldn't take down the Anasazi Triad without all of us working together?"

"And this is coming from the one woman ass-kicking machine," Johanna retorted, making a loud noise, which strangely resembled a snort. Samantha sighed heavily. She didn't have time for the two sumo-sized wrestlers that were now staring at her with blank expressions on their faces.

"Samantha?"

"I'm still here, but I've got a wee bit of a distraction on my hands."

"What kind of a distraction?" Samantha loved her sister, but she still didn't like the tone of worry in her voice. Johanna was constantly fretting over her welfare. It wasn't as if she hadn't gotten herself in this kind of a tight jam before.

"Let's just say, they're both the size of...." her voice trailed off when she saw the large explosive device that was rigged to the outside of the warehouse that stood behind the two thugs. She eyed them impatiently, wishing that they'd just get up and take off. She hadn't the slightest idea why they were standing there still as statues. She walked up to them and fell into a fighting stance. She held her Bo staff out, and then inhaled sharply as one of the security lights from the warehouse settled on them.

"Oh, shit!" she muttered. They were holographic projections. Groaning loudly, she dashed to the explosive device. She pushed the activation button on her Bo staff, and smiled when it shrunk back down to its easy carrying size. Hooking it onto her belt, she smoothed her hair back and sighed.